❝A Journey To Remember❞ The Hobbit | Kili

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❝A Journey To Remember❞
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        I began to shift slightly, in and out of rest. It wasn't the most comfortable or the most desirable feeling beneath me, pebbles and small rocks poking through my blanket. I slowly fluttered my eyes open, my eyelids feeling heavy a slight chill was now noticeable on the tip of my rose-colored nose. I turned my head, listening to the sound of slight shuffling. There was a slight echo of whispers heard towards the end of the cave. I listened closely, remaining calm as I focused in on the words being exchanged between two individuals. 

          "-ack to Rivendell," I heard my uncle's voice tremble as my breath caught in the back end of my throat.

          What is he doing?

          "No, no, you can't turn back now, eh? You're part of the company!" I heard sweet old Bofur trying to reason with my uncle. "You're one of us." Bofur assured Bilbo. 

          "I'm not, though, am I?" Bible questioned. "Thorin said I should never have come and he was right," my uncle paused as my fists clenched. "Saffron was meant for this kind of life. It's in her blood. She longs for adventure, to fight danger." 

          I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my chest. 

         "I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins. I don't know what I was thinking," He paused with a sigh. "I should never have run out my door." 

          I felt myself come to a stand, my body now taking me to my dearest uncle. I couldn't help but look over to the dwarven king, his back turned, though I sensed his conscience.

          "You're homesick," Bofur smiled placing a hang onto my uncle's shoulder, trying to bring out the positive. "I understand."

          "No, you don't! You don't understand!" Bilbo whispered aloud. "None of you do. You're Dwarves! You're used to- to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere!" Bilbo finished off, his emotions getting the best of him as our eyes met.

            I now stood only a few feet away, my heart beginning to feel heavy. I could feel the deep sorrow surrounding our figures, this putting a damper on my spirits. "Uncle," I gently breathed out.

           "No, you're right," Bofur added, taking a glance in my direction. "We don't belong anywhere." He said halfheartedly, my gaze transfixed on the ground. "I wish you all the luck in the world," Bofur smiled placing a hand on Bilbo's shoulder. "I really do."

            "Uncle," I instantly gripped a hold on his forearm, my heart beginning to grow sore at the thought of him leaving. "Why are you doing this?" I questioned, not breaking the gaze between the two of us. "You can't just leave this all behind," I paused. "You can't leave me." I felt a huge clump in the back of my throat, knowing my sorrows were trying so desperately to get the best of me. "Uncle," I paused. "I will not lose you too." I breathed out as my eyes turned glossy, tears threatening to spill as I looked upon my only remaining kin. 

          Bilbo let out a slight sigh of distress, his head tilting slightly with eyes of sorry yet denial. "Saffron. I-"

          "What's that?" Bofur questioned, cutting my uncle off mid-sentence, pointing directly at the hobbit's sword. My eyes grew wide as the bluish haze of the sword began to glow miraculously. It was beautiful but often meant death. My stomach turned, Bilbo now with a horrid look of despair.